Sun Wukong finally came to the center of those flowers. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Met the person he was looking for.

"Monk, what are you doing here?" asked Sun Wukong as he looked at Tang Seng, who was squatting cross-legged on the ground, his eyes closed, and constantly muttering something he didn't understand.

Tang Seng heard Sun Wukong's voice, and slowly opened his eyes, and his clear eyes that seemed to have no impurities startled Sun Wukong.

"I haven't asked you yet, what are you doing here?" Tang Seng just opened his eyes and looked at Sun Wukong, and then closed his eyes again.

"Of course I'm here to find you and bring you back, I heard that you were beaten up and eaten, it's really your style. ”

Tang Seng's originally calm face sank.

"I said, since those monsters think that if they eat you, they will live forever, so I might as well open a stall of immortal meat and sell your meat for a lot of money, so that I don't have to worry about money in the future. Sun Wukong bent down at Tang Seng and looked at him with a smile, "So I won't let you die so easily." ”

"Holy monk, those flowers have spread all over the hills...", a crisp sound came from a distance with a clattering sound.

Sun Wukong felt that the voice was a little familiar and a little unfamiliar, as if he had heard it somewhere.

Tang Seng didn't respond, just nodded slowly.

Sun Wukong listened to the footsteps of the man getting closer and closer to him, and couldn't help but take two steps forward, but he felt a little too frizzy in this way, so he retreated.

The man holding a clump of white flowers appeared in front of him, and the golden hoop stick in Sun Wukong's hand shook and almost fell to the ground.

The one in front of him is none other than the white bone spirit who was knocked to death by Sun Wukong's three sticks on the way west.

"It's you. Sun Wukong calmed his mind, and then took the golden hoop stick back into his ear.

"I thought you were reincarnated. ”

The white bone spirit's eyes met Sun Wukong's eyes, and Sun Wukong's burning gaze made her eyes hurt a little, so the white bone spirit hurriedly lowered her head.

"Reincarnation is about to enter the world, as long as I am in the world, I will not be free from this or that kind of trouble, since this is the case, I might as well stay in this hell forever. The Bone Spirit sighed and continued, "Also, there are some things I don't want to forget. ”

"Where are the flowers?" Tang Seng suddenly asked.

"Drive to the mountain behind, the original soul of this mountain is all by you..."

"Amitabha. Before the white bone spirit finished speaking, Tang Seng chanted a Buddha horn, and the sound echoed around, and those little white flowers swayed with the Buddha horn, like people running naked in the wind.

"Holy monk, you are really powerful, this netherworld, which originally had no living creatures, was actually planted by you alive and flowers, and even the unjust soul who originally had a grudge and refused to drink the Meng Po soup was persuaded by you to go back. The white bone spirit looked at Tang Seng with adoring eyes and said.

"No matter how good I am, I can't bring you back this lost little girl. ”

Hearing this, the white bone spirit looked at Sun Wukong, lowered his head with a blushing face, and rolled his fingers on his clothes, like a little girl in love.

"I said monk, I don't care if you're happy here, I'm going to leave now. Sun Wukong stretched out his hand towards Tang Seng, "I still want to use your meat to make money for me." ”

Before Sun Wukong's words were finished, countless small flowers turned to Sun Wukong, and a few of Sun Wukong's feet even coiled up to his body, and the soft petals pierced directly into Sun Wukong's flesh, and the flesh and blood of Sun Wukong's calves were blurred.

"Ahh

Tang Seng sighed when he saw this, picked up those flowers from the ground, put them in the palm of his hand, and then sang with his hands together.

After a while, those petals turned into dots of starlight that were sprinkled by Tang Seng on this netherworld, adding a touch of light to this dark netherworld.

"Legend has it that there is only one flower in the Netherworld," said the White Bone Spirit, "and that is the legendary Flower of the Other Side." ”

"But for thousands of years, even people in the Netherworld have only heard of this flower, and they have never known what this flower looks like, what its habits are, and what its life cycle is. ”

"For so many years, no one has been able to find the flower hidden in the netherworld, and some people even think that this flower is just a fabrication made up by some boring person, and it doesn't really exist. ”

"But since the holy monk came here, those flowers on the other side have grown, and they are endless. ”

After the white bone spirit finished speaking, he looked at Tang Seng, who was still silent: "I don't understand, is this unintentional by the holy monk, or deliberate..."

"They're not flowers. Tang Seng sighed.

"It's not a flower, what is it?" the white bone spirit's expression became a little exciting.

"These are the souls who were originally entrenched here, unwilling to suffer the pain of reincarnation and lovesickness. ”

Tang Seng watched as the little stars that he threw in the sky slowly fell, fell into the clusters of white flowers, and were absorbed by those white flowers.

"But they do call the other side flowers, because by their light you can see the legendary other side. ”

"The other side!" Hearing Tang Seng say this, Bai Gujing's eyes lit up and looked around, but no matter how she looked at it, there were endless and countless small white flowers in front of her.

"Where is the other side? The white bone spirit sat on the ground dejectedly, and the little white flowers automatically formed a cushion for her.

Sun Wukong felt that the cushion made of flowers was very fun, and he also learned to sit down with the white bone spirit, but his butt was cut by the flowers.

"Damn, monk, are you directing these flowers to stab me?" Sun Wukong shouted as he pointed at Tang Seng.

"They don't follow anyone's commands, they just do things on their own instincts. ”

"But why are you fine sitting on the ground with the white bone spirit, but as soon as I sit down, there will be flowers stabbing my buttocks?" Sun Wuqi said.

"I don't need to answer this question. Tang Seng closed his eyes again.

"What are you talking about, don't you tell me, can I still understand myself..."Sun Wukong closed his mouth in the middle of speaking.

I don't know if it was the monk's words or if his senses were already more acute, but all in all, he felt the disharmony between himself and everything around him.

No, not everything around, just these flowers, and the Tang monk sitting there.

He felt like a lump of on a bright fabric, so bright and so annoying.

Almost all of the little white flowers were giving him the middle finger and telling him to get out.